Annie Hall Page #7

ROBIN:

(Interrupting)

Okay, okay, my analyst just thinks I'm

too tense. Where's the goddamn Valium?

She fumbles about the floor for the Valium, then back on the bed.

ALVY:

Hey, come on, it's quiet now. We can-we

can start again.

ROBIN:

I can't.

ALVY:

What-

ROBIN:

My head is throbbing.

ALVY:

Oh, you got a headache!

ROBIN:

I have a headache.

ALVY:

Bad?

ROBIN:

Oswald and ghosts.

ALVY:

Jesus!

He begins to get out of bed.

ROBIN:

Where are you going?

ALVY:

Well, I'm-I'm gonna take another in a

series of cold showers.

EXT. MEN'S LOCKER ROOM OF THE TENNIS CLUB.

Rob and Alvy, carrying tennis rackets, come through the door of the locker

room to the lobby. They are dressed in tennis whites. They walk toward the

indoor court.

ROB:

Max, my serve is gonna send yuh to

the showers-

ALVY:

Right, right, so g-get back to what we

were discussing, the failure of the

country to get behind New York City is-is

anti-Semitism.

ROB:

Max, the city is terribly worried.

ALVY:

But the- I'm not discussing politics or

economics. This is foreskin.

ROB:

No, no, no, Max, that's a very convenient

out. Every time some group disagrees with

you it's because of anti-Semitism.

ALVY:

Don't you see? The rest of the country looks

upon New York like we're-we're left-wing

Communist, Jewish, homosexual, pornographers.

I think of us that way, sometimes, and I-I

live here.

ROB:

Max, if we lived in California, we could

play outdoors every day, in the sun.

ALVY:

Sun is bad for yuh. Everything our parents

said was good is bad. Sun, milk, red meat,

college ...

INT. TENNIS COURT

Annie and Janet, in tennis whites, stand on the court holding tennis rackets

and balls. They are chattering and giggling.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

I know, but ooh- here he comes. Okay.

Rob and Alvy enter the court and walk over to the two women. Rob kisses Janet

and makes introduction.

ROB:

You know Alvy?

JANET:

Oh, hi, Alvy.

ANNIE:

(To Rob)

How are yuh?

ROB:

(To Alvy)

You know Annie?

JANET:

I'm sorry. This is Annie Hall.

ALVY:

Hi.

ANNIE:

Hi.

Annie and Alvy shake hands.

JANET:

(Laughing)

Alvy.

ROB:

(Eager to begin)

Who's playing who here? Alvy Well, uh ...

you and me against them?

ANNIE:

(Overlapping Alvy)

Well ... so ... I can't play too good,

you know.

JANET:

(Laughing)

I've had four lessons!

The group, laughing and chatting, divide up-Rob and Annie moving to the other

side of the net, Alvy and Janet standing where they are. They start to play

mixed doubles, each taking turns and playing well. At one point in the game,

Annie starts to talk to Rob, then turns and sees a ball heading toward her.

ALVY:

(Hitting the halt back)

Holy gods!

INT. LOBBY

Alvy, dressed, puts things into a gym bag. One knee is on the bench and his

back is turned from the entrance. Annie walks toward the entrance door dressed

in street clothes and carrying her tennis bag over her shoulder. Seeing Alvy,

she stops and turns.

ANNIE:

Hi. Hi, hi.

ALVY:

(Looking over his shoulder)

Hi. Oh, hi. Hi.

ANNIE:

(Hands clasped in front of her,

smiling)

Well, bye. She laughs and backs up slowly

toward the door.

ALVY:

(Clearing his throat)

You-you play ... very well.

ANNIE:

Oh, yeah? So do you. Oh, God, whatta-

(Making sounds and laughing)

whatta dumb thing to say, right? I mean,

you say it, "You play well," and right

away ... I have to say well. Oh, oh ...

God, Annie.

(She gestures with her hand)

Well ... oh, well ... la-de-da, la-de-da,

la-la.

She turns around and moves toward the door.

ALVY:

(Still looking over his shoulder)

Uh ... you-you wanna lift?

ANNIE:

(Turning and aiming her thumb over

her shoulder)

Oh, why-uh ... y-y-you gotta car?

ALVY:

No, um ... I was gonna take a cab.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Oh, no, I have a car.

ALVY:

You have a car?

(Annie smiles, hands folded in

front of her)

So ...

(Clears his throat)

I don't understand why ... if you have a

car, so then-then wh-why did you say "Do

you have a car?"... like you wanted a lift?

ANNIE:

I don't ...

(Laughing)

I don't ... Geez, I don't know, I've ...

I wa- This ... yeah, I got this VW out

there ...

(Laughing and gesturing toward

the door)

What a jerk, yeah. Would you like a lift?

ALVY:

(Zipping up his bag)

Sure. W-w-w-which way yuh goin'?

ANNIE:

Me? Oh, downtown!

ALVY:

Down- I'm-I'm goin' uptown.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Oh, well, I'm goin' uptown, too.

ALVY:

Uh, well, you just said you were going

downtown.

ANNIE:

Yeah, well, I'm, but I ...

Alvy picks up his bag and moves toward the door. As he turns his bag around,

the handle of the tennis racket bits Annie between the legs.

ALVY:

(Laughing)

So sorry.

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

I mean, I can go uptown, too. I live

uptown, but ... uh, what the hell, I mean,

it'd be nice having company, you know

I mean, I hate driving alone.

ALVY:

(Making sounds)

Yeah.

They walk out the door.

EXT. NEW YORK STREET- DAY

Alvy and Annie in the VW as Annie speeds down a city street near the East River.

ALVY:

So, how long do you know Janet? Where

do you know her from?

ANNIE:

(Laughing)

Oh, I'm in her acting class.

ALVY:

Oh - you're an actress.

ANNIE:

Well, I do commercials, sort of ...

She zooms down the wrong lane, cars swerving out of her way. A horn blows.

ALVY:

I, uh ... well, you're not from New

York, right?

ANNIE:

No, Chippewa Falls.

ALVY:

Right!

(A pause)

Where?

ANNIE:

Wisconsin.

ALVY:

(Finally reacting)

Uh, you're driving a-

ANNIE:

Uh, don't worry, I'm a very-

(A car moves closer to the VW,

almost on top of it in the wrong

direction. Annie swerves away at

the very last minute)

-a very good driver.

(Alvy rubs his head nervously,

staring out the window as Annie

speeds along)

So, listen-hey, you want some gum, anyway?

Annie looks down beside her, searching for the gum.

ALVY:

No, no thanks. Hey, don't-

ANNIE:

Well, where is it? I-

ALVY:

No, no, no, no, you just ... just watch

the road. I'll get it-

ANNIE:

Okay.

They both fumble around in her pocketbook. Alvy looks up to see the entire

front of a truck in Annie's windshield. She swerves just in time.

ALVY:

-for yuh.

ANNIE:

Okay, that's good.

Alvy continues to look for the gum while Annie zooms down the city streets.

ANNIE:

All right.

ALVY:

I'll getcha a piece.

ANNIE:

Yeah ... so, listen-you drive?

ALVY:

Do I drive? Uh, no, I gotta-I gotta

problem with driving.

ANNIE:

Oh, you do?

ALVY:

Yeah. I got, uh, I got a license but I

have too much hostility.

ANNIE:

Oh, right.

ALVY:

Nice car.

ANNIE:

(A bit rapidly)

Huh?

ALVY:

You keep it nice.

(He pulls a half-eaten sandwich

out of her bag)

Can I ask you, is this-is this a sandwich?

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